I now know why Elizabeth George writes mystery novels…. or are they really mist…ery novels? Maybe that’s why she lives here. We’ve been socked in for a week, and I’m expecting any moment to hear a fog horn from a ferry that’s lost its way. I walk down to the South Whidbey Commons every afternoon to read one of her novels, while waiting for the young student interns to take 20 minutes to make my cappuccino. Bless their hearts. Now that I know this coffee shop/used book store features local writers, I’ll be bringing mine down. I now qualify. I really love this town!
It has taken several months of back and forth, a cross-country road trip, and many agonizing hours of wondering where all my 76 boxes were, as they also went back and forth across the country looking for movers that went out west. Oh my!
Here’s a little slideshow of when it all started, my birthday last June. Lee Compton, a dear friend with whom I traveled in India two years ago, took these and the previous blog shots.